And in the age of the cell phone, that means everywhere, which is part of my oft-asserted aversion to the things. Half of the people you walk past in the mall are carrying a device that can record video and audio anywhere, as well as take pictures and generate logs identifying the when-and-who of call activity. And These Mel Gibson voicemails (recordings, by definition) are a great example how people still don’t seem to get that we are all of us living in a self-imposed state of constant surveillance.

Now excuse me while I go smooth out the wrinkles in my tinfoil hat.